It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
From “A Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles
I came home from work yesterday and crumbled into a boneless heap. So I’ll have to share the story I was going to create about Wild Women (yesterday’s post) tomorrow. (I’m being optimistic that today will be a better day)
Just for fun, because I could use some right now. Can’t everyone? I’ve decided to take a bit of a story as a writing prompt and see where it takes me. I invite others who like to amuse themselves with words and imaginings to play along…
The Grungy Grays sometimes walk through the night, howling in their secret language at the moon. Or they ride on a hodge podge of mountain bikes, road bikes, and falling apart bikes, their graying hair flashing like sparks in the moonlight…
Putting a brave face on is neither good or bad. It helps us get through challenges and feel a bit braver inside. But then what?
Short days
Dark nights
If only it meant
I was getting more rest…
Cool Crisp Eery Outlined Bones Pointing At Orange Fire Moving Pushing To Stormy Blues Trying something new this month to have a creative outlet to contrast with work. Seems crazy at this busy time to try to do daily posts but that’s what I’m going to try. Just a photo and a brief poem, quote,…
